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idiot

idiot

𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥.
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❝ the party ❞
before the party.


"You can't rush perfection, meathead." The matted-haired, scrawny genius whipped his head around, hands still busily tinkering. 'Meathead' or more commonly known as, Harrison, loomed over Wolfgang, tree-trunk arms crossed over his broad chest.

"Dude! Stop calling me meathead, you freak! The party starts in an hour!" Harrison huffed, his chiselled face twisted in disdain. The pair were situated in the dining area of the Athens Lunatic Asylum, the dilapidated area had been refurbished; high-tech coloured lights hung from the surrounding pillars, a DJ booth on the small stage, chairs and tables littered the area, with Halloween decorations plastered everywhere. Clearly, no expense was spared to set the Halloween party up which was courtesy of Harrison's credit card — rather his father's.

Heels clicked down the empty hall, echoing through the large expanse, "Can you boys stop fighting for two seconds?" A blonde-headed beauty appeared in the archway, gold hoops dangling from her ears. Harrison's mouth opened to complain, "Say another word, Harry and I'll tell everyone about your...little problem you had with one of my sorority sisters last week." Stacey interjected, holding up her pinky finger, slowly curling it up to signify her point. Harry flushed red, lips pursed together, a small chuckle coming from Wolfgang.

"I'm sure our tech-whiz will have everything powered briskly, right Wolf?" The sorority queen's tone led the boys to realise it wasn't a question but more of a warning.

"Uh, yeah! Of course, ma'am!" Wolfgang laughed nervously, offering a small salute. His focus settled on the clump of wires in front of him as a notebook-toting girl whizzed around the corner, settling beside Stacey.

Her curly locks were gathered back into a ponytail, tapping a pencil against the note-filled page, "Catering will be dropping off the food soon, in like...20 minutes? Oh, and those pledges who will be running the bar are arriving in minus 30." Amari's chestnut-brown eyes scoured the notebook, "If my calculations are correct...we should have everything ready within the hour!" An overachiever in all aspects, the well-used notebook was packed full with every detail of planning the party.

"Did you manage to find any phone service?" Stacey's calculating eyes settled on Amari and her notebook.

"Oh, yeah...considering the locale is in the middle of nowhere, phones need to be at high altitude to receive or send stuff." Amari explained to the dismay of a rather confused Harrison.

"Meaning?" Harrison's eyebrow cocked, his brain-racking to understand; the group almost rolling their eyes in complete unison.

"I thought that was already in lament terms," Amari began, judgement dripping from her words, "but basically it means you have to be on the top story to make calls or receive them. It is pretty spotty but if held at the right spot, you can get service." A slow nod from Harrison followed, the group was still unsure if he was grasping the simple concept or not.

A sundry of lights suddenly turned on; a collective hue of purple, blue and pinks filling the room. Clasping his hands together, Wolfgang offered the group a side-smirk, petting one of the surrounding speakers. "And she is ready to go, all the wires connect to this power-bank here and down to the basement." An awkward combination of fist-bumping and high-fiving occurred between Wolfgang and Harrison, causing the girls to erupt into laughter.

"This is going to be one killer party." The blonde expressed with glee while the decaying floorboards above them shifted with a hallowing groan.

now.

A soft-echo of music could be heard from the grand entrance of the abandoned asylum. Costume-clad party-goers were huddled around the stairs, impatiently waiting to get inside. Their paths were blocked by a hulking giant with shoulders that rivalled a bull's. Andre was paid handsomely to act as the bodyguard for the party. His instructions were clear; anyone who was enrolled within Miami University was allowed entry but only if they arrived promptly before 5:30 pm and they were wearing a costume. He hoped his sister would finish track and field training before then.

At the front of the pack was Ana, dressed in her impeccable, hand-sown Jasmine from Aladdin costume. A bundle of nerves, Ana was still new to the whole partying scene.

Andre offered a polite nod, gesturing for Ana to head inside. Upon entry, she noticed the dim lighting that reminded her of a movie theatre after the movie had begun. Ahead was a long, narrow corridor with Halloween decorations lining the peeling walls. At the end of the corridor, she could make out a blend of bright lights and people. Blue ballet-flats padded forwards, Ana could hear the music and voices growing louder with each step.

Halfway, the decaying walls opened up, offering alternative paths either side. Ana's eyes settled into the darkness to her left, an odd feeling of someone watching her slowly crept up her exposed back. She swore she could make out a figure, pigtails on the shadow's head. A decoration or not, Ana hurried along the corridor towards the light.

This was definitely the main hub of the party, music blasted from the surrounding speakers with a skeleton behind a DJ booth at the front of the room. A bar was situated to the side, alcohol stacked behind a few pubescent pledges. Party-goers were dancing drunkenly in the centre of the expansive space. Towards the back, she could see a line forming in front of a door labelled 'BATHROOM'.

"Crazy party, huh?" Ana almost jumped out of her skin, a deep voice booming behind her. Her silky, thick braid whipped around her neck as she turned. She was met with a police officer, well a man dressed as a police officer. "Shit, I'm sorry! Did I scare you?" Rueben smiled apprehensively, running a hand along the back of his neck.

"Yeah, yeah a little." A sigh of relief followed alongside a sweet smile from Ana, "and the party is pretty cool. I can't believe they got all of this done, it doesn't even look like some creepy, abandoned hospital in here." Ana didn't even hear what the police officer said next, her eyes spotting the little weasel, Corban, at the bar.

His deft-hand emptied the contents of a capsule into a nearby drink on the bar, only seconds before an unsuspecting girl picked up the glass. Ana stormed past the police officer, leaving him bewildered as she approached Corban.

— ACT 1.
 
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Elvis Lee

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location: halloween party, athens lunatic asylum | mood: relaxed | interactions: bee + suzy son

The bass vibrated through the floor in time with the flashing lights, creating a scene that would not at all be healthy for someone with epilepsy. There was quite a crowd gathered for the party, and all Elvis could think about was that it was way too hot in here. He lounged in a seat along the sidelines, drink in one hand and the other arm thrown across the back of the sofa. He stayed uncharacteristically silent as his friends laughed and bickered around him, dark gaze flitting back and forth over the writhing mess of people on the dance floor.

What that bunch was doing could only be considered grinding at best; watching them murdered any thoughts Elvis might have had of joining in. Was he being a mood-kill to himself? Yes. Why? He had no idea. Maybe it was the drugs. It had been a few days since he had his last fix of Kang. He would be in a much better mood if he was high. Up until a while ago, going a week or so without the drug if he had to was no big deal for Elvis. Before that, he only ever took them to amp up his mood before a performance. The addiction was slowly but surely getting worse. He was acutely aware of this fact. Did he care, though? Well...

He glanced at his phone screen despite knowing there was no new message from the dealer — with that ridiculous name called King Roo, Elvis wondered if the guy would show up in a fitting outfit. That would be hilarious but, with the little interaction he'd had with the guy, he highly doubted that dude had enough of a sense of humor for it. Thinking about outfits made his hand naturally go up to mess with the bunny ears sitting atop his head, and the urge to pull them off re-invaded him. He'd already given into that urge for his white gloves, which had stuck way too tightly to his hands to be comfortable in any way.

As he mulled over whether or not to just say heck it with his costume, he caught sight of a fashion horror story heading his way. Well, not his way, specifically, but toward the drinks table just a few feet away. Suzy Son, he recognized, who was wearing something he personally found utterly incomprehensible. But, well, this was a Halloween party, he supposed. If there's Suzy in a party, there's almost definitely a Bee nearby; sure enough, he found her in front of them, dressed in something he would have assumed wasn't a costume at all if it weren't for the outfit being so different from Bee's usual style.

"Yo! Bee!" He called out to her, voice just loud enough to reach the duo through the crowd, as they neared the drink table. He was about to call her over when he realized that the seat beside him was taken. He glanced at the occupant. It was some chick from his major that he barely knew. Her name... what was her name again? Unimportant, he assumed. He tapped the girl's shoulder and leaned over to whisper in her ear, something that had the girl slightly tensed up in anticipation.

"Hey, move over to the other side," he told her. The change in expression on that girl's face was immediate and almost funny, but went completely ignored by Elvis as he turned back to where Bee was without waiting for a reply. The sudden loss of weight on the sofa indicated to his poor sacrifice's huffy departure, and with that he finally called again to get the pair's attention and waved them over.



c o d e b y t r i p l e s​
 



I've ordered via the app - confirmation code #52AJD

Thank you. I will notify the delivery and security service team.

Thanks

Due to the exceeding amount of orders, our regular meeting area and team is unavailable. Is there a location in which you will be present in that will not require the security team and our delivery team will be able to conceal their identity?

I'm at a party tonight. Everyone will have costumes on so your delivery team can always wear a mask?

Thank you. Please bare with me for a moment.

You order has been complete. Our delivery team will meet you at the party. Can you please forward the address to this number and please ensure you have $250 in cash. We do not give change. As we do not have a security team working with our delivery team, any physical harm our team member(s) will have you blacklisted from being able to order anything else in the future and any medical bills will be forwarded to you. Do you understand?

Yes

Thank you. We will see you in a few hours.


Why did he think that this was a good idea?

Bailey rushed around the house, rummaging through the boxes hidden under deep in the closet. He knew that there was some sort of dress-up box in here. After all, his brother had attended… parties… with these costumes. “Ah-ha!” slipped past his lips in a soft whisper as his eyes lit up, landing on the box labelled costumes with his older brother’s chicken scratch handwriting. Reaching over just that little bit more, his hands took hold of the box and heaved it out of the closet.

Placing it down in front of himself on the carpet, Bailey was oddly excited to see the contents of the box. I mean, it wasn’t like he was being invited to costume parties left, right and centre like his brother was used to. But he was also curious to see all the junk his brother had collected over the years and what he defined as a ‘costume’. Lifting the lid of the box, there was an instant… smell.

The boy’s face scrunched up at the odour that protruded from the box. “Jesus Christ…” he cursed under his breath as he leant back, out of the pathway of the said smell. What the hell was that friggen smell? Did he even want to touch what was in there? Cautiously, Bailey leant forward and gazed into the box. Whatever was causing the wallpaper to strip in the room, it was hidden. Using his index finger and thumb, he began to slowly pick the items out of the box.

Each item had its own strange and wonderful stain, causing Bailey to question just what the hell his brother did when it came to these ‘parties’ he attended. Well, it was clearly answered as he picked up a pair of what looked like pirate pants and there was a rather large… white… stain around the crotch area. Okay. Yep. That was it. He was going to burn all the items in here. Releasing a frustrated sigh, Bailey’s eyes connected with a mask that was upon the floor. Slowly, he wrapped his fingers around it and brought it up for inspection.

It was a ghost face mask. You know, from Scream. Or from Scary Movie. Or from whatever. He really didn’t know the origins. All he knew was that it was the only item in the whole box that didn’t have some sort of stain on it. That, and the smell didn’t seem to linger on it. Okay. This was it. This was the costume, I suppose. It hid his identity and was super simple. Great. So, after giving the mask a good old scrub down with some disinfectant, and getting changed into all black to go with the mask (black jeans, black shirt, black jacket and black shoes), it was time for his first delivery.

Now, being the ring leader of a popular drug in the university, he very rarely had to make these deliveries himself. However, it seemed that everyone on his delivery team and security team were unavailable or were working at full capacity. For some reason, it was just a super busy night tonight. And well, honestly, Bailey was being a bit greedy. He didn’t want to say no to the customers in the fear that they would go and find a new dealer. That and… the money was really good too.

Surprisingly enough, he managed to find himself at the party with no one stopping him from entering or questioning why he was there. I suppose the mask was working and he just seemed to blend in. Readjusting his backpack, Bailey began to walk towards the centre of the room. Why the centre? Well, that’s where most of the people were. General knowledge of parties, right? And Jesus Christ, now he remembered why he didn’t go to parties. There were just way too many people on this Earth. The sound of the bass blaring through the speakers was enough to make his brain leak from his ears.

Shaking off the intense thought of how he would much rather be at home watching Cake Boss while indulging in some McDonalds, Bailey slipped his phone out of his pocket and gazed down at the screen. Okay… Time to message this dude. Maybe a selfie of sorts to show him what he was wearing so they could find each other?


i'm here.



mood | can i go home now?

outfit | ghost face mask + all black clothing (jeans, shoes, bag, jacket + shirt)

location | at the party

mention | Elvis ( triples triples )



coded by weldherwings.
 


LET'S GO OUT WITH A BANG!
(Bang! Bang! Bang!)

— Kohl & the Twins —​

Ask Kohl how he wound up chauffeuring his sisters to the biggest Halloween party of the year and he’d tell you, ‘I didn’t want to, but I didn't really have much of a choice.’ If you asked him what he meant, he’d likely pull up his pants leg, show you the ball and chain tattooed on his right calf, and say, ‘I'm surrounded by women. See? They've all got me by the balls, man.'

It was a statement that would probably earn him a smack or two on the back of the head from his younger sister, Caitlin, if she happened to be around at the time. But then as soon as the coast was clear, he'd reach into his shirt, pull out a plastic bag full of pre-rolled joints, and urge you close to whisper, ‘These are all that’s gonna get me through the night. As soon as we get there, I’m gone, y’know?’

For someone typically so cool, it might’ve seemed a little out of character for Kohl to be anxious, but anyone who knew him personally would've understood that’s just what sobriety did to him. He really should have been on antidepressants, not the junk he was on, but alas... Medicine cost money, didn't it? (Uh, so did weed, but fuck logic, you know?) Even now, he was a tightly wound bundle of nerves. He couldn't help but think: his sisters were only 19 — was that still too young for their first college party? Maybe, but Kohl had been partying long before that. He'd been smoking weed since he was 13, drinking since he was at least 14. He’d only just gotten into pills, but the fact of the matter is, his life has been wrecked for years. By comparison, he’d say his sisters were doing quite alright.

To truly understand the situation, you'd need to flashback three weeks ago:

(A dingy apartment complex sits on a street surrounded by ruins and decay.

‘Area under construction,’ the signs say, though the aluminum sheets those words are printed on are torn, graffitied, barely hanging onto the fences they're tied to. It’s been like that for years.

Walk inside the building, go up to the second floor, make your way all the way down the hall — there, you’ll find apartment 22-B. Inside lives a family of five: 2 men, 3 women. For a 3-bed 2-bath, 1200 square-foot space, your first assessment would likely be that there's not nearly enough room for that many bodies to be living in one small apartment (especially being that the two men were both well over 6 foot tall), and yet… Well. That's exactly how it was. After all, life on a budget doesn't afford you much and beggars can't be choosers, or so they say.

The police have been called on reports of noise complaints to this apartment so many times over the years that most officers know every single member of the family on a first-name basis. It isn't too surprising there are squabbles, being that the three kids in the house are all within a 5-year age difference of each other. All three in college, too. Two girls -- a pair of twins -- and one boy. Quite the trio, really (quite the explosive trio, that is).

"Kohl, what the fuck is this weird outfit, big ass sword-looking thing, and creepy mask on your bed?"

Kohl darted around the corner from the kitchen to the hallway leading to his bedroom. A head poked around the door frame of a room that person certainly should not have been in -- a small raven-haired teenager, her brow raised into her hairline. A look of disgust crossed her face as she pinched the mask between two fingers and held it out like a pair of dirty socks. "What even is this?" she asked, the tone of her voice bordering right on the edge of taking offense.

"None of your business, that's what it is." Kohl snapped. Reaching the doorway in a few quick strides, he snatched the mask out of Caitlin's hand and tossed it over her head back onto his bead, then pointed a finger down the hall. "Christ, Caitlin, how many times do I have to tell you to stay out of my room?"

"Are you going to a Halloween party?" Caitlin scoffed. Crossing her arms in front of her chest, she tapped her foot along the carpet and held firm, refusing to budge from the doorway. Before he could answer, she continued, "You are, aren't you? You're going to a Halloween party! Were you not even going to mention it -- Jesus, Kohl, why don't you ever tell us anything?"

Ah yes, the inevitable blow-up. Kohl blew out a heavy sigh and threw up his hands, slowly backing away. "Hey, if you wanna come, then come. I don't give a shit. I'm not your dad. Do whatever the fuck you want. I don't care."

If he'd expected the argument to die with that, he would have gone ahead and turned around and walked away. But even if he had, Caitlin would have followed him. Unlike Cass, who never even picked fights in the first place, Caitlin enjoyed them.

"Yeah but now Halloween's just a few weeks away — how are we supposed to get a costume in time?"

Everything was always his fault, wasn't it? "Don't know. Still don't care."

Caitlin bristled at that, just as he had expected she would. "Well, who's driving you there?"

"Not that it's really any of your business, but I was planning on hitching a ride with Andres, since he's going too." It was a two and a half-hour drive -- wasn't that just a bit ridiculous? God, at least the party would be worth it.

"...Why don't you just drive so that we can all ride together and me and Cass don't have to find our own ride?"

'Because I plan on being high as shit,' Kohl thought, but didn't say out loud. The expression on his face might as well have though. "Because I'm not your fucking chauffer either, asshole."

"You want me to check with dad about that? 'Cause I'm pretty sure he'd say otherwise."

"..." )

And that's how it happened. Ah yes, what were younger siblings for except to blackmail you, right? Well, it was really more Caitlin specifically — Kohl never had any problems with Cass, the older twin being an absolute angel compared to her younger sister. Silent. Peaceful. Actually, Kohl was pretty sure if he asked Cass, they would have told him they didn't even want to go to the party. But Caitlin always got her way, didn't she? And though she'd likely never admit it, what she wanted more than to go to this party was to go to the party with her big brother and sister. Or perhaps just Cass specifically, because even as opposite as the two were, they were still close as two peas in a pod. Caitlin just did most of the talking.

Soon, the day of the party arrived, and Kohl, of course, already has his costume. He was extra fidgety while he sat on the couch with Cass, the two waiting on the youngest sister to finish getting ready so that they could leave. His eyes darted around the room, hands shaking slightly. He was irritable, moody. It showed.

"Beetlejuice, huh?" he asked to Cass, trying to make conversation so as to stem off the anxiousness he felt building inside his chest as best he could. He smoothed his hands down the front of his coverall pants, adjusted the Jason Voorhees mask atop his head, and lit a cigarette.

Cass glanced over but only nodded in response, never much for words in the first place. Honestly, Kohl had expected nothing less. Caitlin was a brat, but at least she wasn't so damn awkward. "God, what's taking her so long?" he asked, finally losing his cool.

"Oh, shut up already, will you? I'm coming," came a voice down the hall, followed by sharp footsteps of heels on tile as Caitlin walked into the room. As soon as the girl came into view, Kohl stood, immediately taking on the role of 'protective older brother' as he observed her costume.

"What are you wearing?" he asked, shooting a glare up and down the length of her black-bodied, white-accented dress. He barely even noticed the broad hat sat atop her head, distracted as he was by the fact he could see several inches of skin above her knees. "Is this supposed to be some kind of maid outfit? Caitlin, you need to go change--"

Caitlin snickered, held up her hands for him to stop. "Whoa nelly, slow down. Thought you said you weren't my dad." She looked to Cass, nodding approvingly to her twin's Lydia Deetz outfit, then shot a disgusted sneer to Kohl's Jason Voorhees. "First off, I'm not changing 'cause I'm the best-looking one here. Secondly, it's not a maid outfit -- it's Wednesday Addams."

As soon as she said it, the costume made sense. But Kohl was still wary. He knew what other people would be thinking, seeing her in a dress like that, especially one that accentuated her legs so well. Cass was a lot more likely to blend into the wall wearing what she was wearing, as if she didn't do that enough already. God, these two were growing up too fast. "Isn't Wednesday Addams supposed to have braids or something?" He asked, knowing he wouldn't win this fight either, but far too tired to bother trying. Snatching up his wallet from the table, he started out the door before Caitlin could get another word in edgewise.

⏩ ⏩ ⏩​

Once at the party, Kohl led the twins inside and made sure they found someone to pair up with before he left them alone to finally go smoke. He slapped a high-five to Andres on the way in, said a quick hello to Archie as he dropped the twins off, then made a beeline for the exit. He was beyond irritable now without any nicotine or THC in his system, so when he wandered by the bar and caught sight of Corban emptying a capsule of something into a drink that likely wasn't his own, anger erupted in his chest and he could barely contain himself. He stormed up to the bar, noting that he wasn't alone in doing so, but said nothing to the girl in the Aladdin-type costume as he approached Corban and grabbed the male by the collar of his shirt. "You're a fucking trip, man, really. Who keeps letting you into these parties?"

He left the girl to deal with the situation of the girl whose drink Corban had drugged, making brief eye contact and giving a sharp nod as he hauled the male by the collar back the way he'd just come. Once he got to his sisters, he shoved Corban out in front of him, all but growling as he addressed the pair, "See this guy?" He pointed ahead of him to Corban, indicating exactly who he was talking about so that no one could be mistaken. "He's a fucking creep, so you two steer clear of him, you got it?"

Cass was wide-eyed as they nodded, Caitlin surprised but compliant, for once. Kohl was angry, which was rare -- when he was angry, they both knew not to question him, and so did most everybody else. There was usually a perfectly good reason, after all. "Now get the fuck out of here," he growled next, shoving Corban away. "Don't let me catch you doing that shit again or I'll haul your ass out of here, and you better count your fucking lucky stars I'm not bloodying your nose right fucking now."

With that, he stomped off across the dance floor for the exit, barely noticing that the crowd parted both ways as he neared. With an awful sneer on his lips, he probably looked like a true psychopath in that Jason Voorhees costume, but Kohl didn't care. Reaching into his unbuttoned shirt to pull out a joint, he had his lighter in hand and was already flicking the flame before he'd even gotten all the way outside. He slammed the door open, walked out, and took a deep drag to calm his nerves. No matter that the party had only just started, Kohl planned on being high as a kite as soon as possible.





— Morgan —​


( a/n: will be posted in a separate document in collaboration with s e v e n s e v e n and lvcid lvcid ! )

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featuring:
kohl, caitlin, cass, [morgan]

interactions:
corban, archie (brief), andres (brief), ana (mention)
coded by natasha.​
 
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kit, morgan & tess

interactions : circe timshel timshel , kohl, andreas (mention)



It was no surprise that Tess was driving Kit, Morgan, and herself to the Halloween party. Being the designated driver was nothing new for her: she had yet to pick up the habit of drinking, and she was more than happy to make sure that her friends got home safely at the end of the night. Tonight, however, was a bit different. Kit was sprawled in the passenger seat, doing what he did best: being handsy. He made Tess nervous on any day, but given that her costume was more absent than not, she was feeling especially shy tonight. She was doing her best to keep focused on the road, but she couldn’t help blushing, occasionally giggling at his advancements, and full-on laughing whenever Morgan reached a long arm from the back and slapped away Kit’s hands.

'You drive there and I'll drive back,' Tess and Morgan had eventually agreed, 'That way you don't have to drive at night, and that way he's not driving at all.'

It was a reasonable enough suggestion, considering Kit was a speed demon and Morgan liked her car in one piece. The only problem was that the seating arrangement put Kit in the front seat with Tess -- in the back seat he was menace enough, but up front he just needed someone to babysit him. Morgan, being somewhat immune to the male's playboy-ish ways, was usually the one who kept him on that leash whereas Tess, on the other hand, was certainly not. Considering what she was wearing, even Morgan had to admit it was pretty distracting, but hey, at least Kit was predictable.

With as many times as Morgan had had to reach into the front seat and smack him upside the back of the head, Kit would probably be lucky if he didn't go home at the end of the night with a concussion. "Why don't we play a game?" Morgan suggested from the back, hoping to shift some of the focus off of Tess for a little while. "How about I spy? Kit, why don't you go first -- and let's make sure we keep our focus on what's outside of the car, okay?"

Kit, on the other hand, my, he was much too ecstatic to keep himself in place. It was not as though he had not been in Morgan's car before, nor been to a party before. No, in fact he has been around way too much for anyone's liking, really. Yet somehow, today, he felt that it was special. Not for Tess, despite how beautiful he thought she was, not even for the idea of yet another excuse to get wasted, or picking up women. Call it foreshadowing, blame Kit for all that would have happened later in the story- he just knew something exciting was about to happen.

"I spy?" the boy wrinkled his nose, furrowing his brows at the idea stated by his friend. Kit plopped back in his seat, having finally let go of the brunette's arms. His feet tapped continuously upon the flooring, and it took him all his might not to get them up the dashboard once again. He had prepared the costume since many weeks ago, though never could he get fully adjusted to how itchy the lacings of his shoes were. "What are we, like, ten?"

Then a smile went up his lips.

"Fine, fine. Suit yourself. I spy…" From the corner of his eyes, his gaze met Tess'. He shot her a quick wink, before focusing back upon the road. Tess, for a fact, drives painfully slow. Kit was never the patient type, and at once he felt his fingers too began to tap at his sides, drumming against the car seat continuously. "I spy- a very lovely angel who will have her first dance with me, the dashingly handsome Greek God, Apollo." For yes, he is not the best at listening at instructions.

Beside him, Tess laughed. “Oh, yeah?” she asked. “What makes you so confident?”

From the back seat, Morgan smiled and rolled her eyes to Tess in the rearview mirror but didn’t bother to say anything to Kit about breaking the one rule she had specified for the game. Instead, she settled back into her seat and pulled out her phone to check the time. They were still a few minutes away from the asylum, but it was already nearing half past five. Morgan sighed, tossed her phone onto the seat beside her, and fiddled with the drawstrings of her basketball shorts. As grateful as she was that Tess was being so gentle with her car, if she didn’t pick up the pace they were going to be late for the party.

Tess squirmed a bit in the driver’s seat. No matter how calm her friends seemed—kicked back and joking around—she could tell they were antsy to get to the party. The sound of Kit’s drumming fingers echoed in her ears, and Morgan released yet another sigh from the back. Biting her lip, Tess looked down at the speedometer. She was going five miles under the speed limit. She could afford to pick up her pace. Nervously, she lowered her foot onto the gas pedal and immediately felt the car shoot forward. Her grip on the steering wheel tightened as she glanced from the road back down to the speedometer, where she was now going five miles over the speed limit.

Morgan jerked in her seat when the car sped up, phone flying off the seat and falling straight to the floor.

"Oh, woah." Kit lifted himself up in his seat, then, with his knees against the car seat, he peered towards the back, perhaps conveniently so blocking the rear mirror view. "Is it just me, or the snail has grown legs?"

"I think you're right," Morgan laughed, tugging her seatbelt so she could grab her phone off the floorboards. When she leaned back, she noted Kit's new position and swatted his hands with her own. "Sit back down before you give the snail a heart attack, Kit."

Over the sudden headlights from the back view, Kit ducked, settling down once again. He laughed slightly, giving Tess a pat over her shoulder, which was so not distracting at all. "What makes you so confident of being referred to as a pretty angel?" he raised his brows towards her. Then, he fished over his phone, in which he had his cat as a wallpaper. Swiftly he sent a text over to Harrisson, wondering if he had arrived or not.

Tess raised her eyebrows at Kit, stealing a quick glance at him before quickly bringing her gaze back to the road. “Well,” she said, referencing her costume, “I’m the only angel here, unless you’re talking about Bugs Bunny back there.” Tess sent Morgan a playful smile in the rearview mirror.

"Hey, I resent that statement, you know," Morgan pouted, though the expression lacked seriousness. "I'm not even wearing the bunny ears part of the costume. But I guess at least you didn't call me Lola," she added, sticking her tongue out at Tess when she caught the other's smile in the rearview.

"Morgan, are you absolutely sure you do not want to change costumes with me?" he asked, not looking up from his phone. It was not as though he did not like what he wore- again, it took him ages to prepare. Anything for his friend, though. "How are you supposed to impress Miss.You-Know-Who in that?"

Morgan's eyes trailed from Tess in the rearview to Kit in the passenger seat at the sound of her name, confused at his sudden odd question. But then as soon as he continued, her face lit up like a torch-- blue eyes blazing through all that red, it was all she could do to look away, clearly embarrassed. Just the thought of having to impress Margo was enough to do her in for the rest of the ride. (Was impressing her even an issue though? Margo already seemed to like her just fine; the issue was more Morgan herself, really.)

"Nah, I'm good," Morgan answered eventually, her voice little more than a mumble through the sudden catch in her throat. She slumped down against the seat, a curtain of dark brown hair falling across the side of her face with the movement. She looked down to take in her costume-- the pristine white mesh shorts with blue and red trim, the matching oversized jersey with "Tune Squad" emblazoned across the front. She'd had the jersey customized to display her own last name rather than Michael Jordan's, along with "21", her lucky number.

From an outsider's perspective, it was easy to see that the short shorts and sleeveless top complimented her lithe form nicely -- showing off miles and miles of toned, tan skin. But a clear lack of self-esteem in situations such as this choked the breath right out of her lungs, shattering her entire persona of pseudo confidence.

"Not sure I could pull that off as well as you anyway," Morgan added, an expression of worry crossing her face then. Pale eyes flickered between Tess's in the rearview to Kit's in the passenger seat. She locked and held each of their gazes in turn, then finally voiced the biggest concern on her mind. "Does my costume look dumb or something?"

"Yes," Kit answered spontaneously, mouthing a what when he saw the displeasure in Tess' expression. He rolled his eyes, huffing. Tastes.

Morgan pursed her lips at Kit's brusque response. Tension coiled in her shoulders, though she was quick to stamp it down. After the past couple years of friendship, she'd grown used to Kit's frankness, so by this point she more or less simply tuned him out, turning her attention more fully to Tess instead. She'd been confident in her costume up till now, knowing full well that she could pull off a uniform unlike any other -- but whether other people thought the same was something else entirely.

After sending Kit a disapproving look, Tess turned her attention back to Morgan in the mirror. “Don’t listen to him,” she assured the girl. “You look fine.” This was true. Morgan had chosen a good costume when it came to showing off her impressive athletic physique. “Margo’s gonna love it, and if she doesn’t, that’s her problem.” Tess offered Morgan a reassuring smile.

It was still hard to believe Margo was the one Morgan was going to this party for -- that Circe had managed to convince her; that she was truly going through with it. Now if only she could avoid losing her nerve before they even got there… At least Tess was sympathetic, and far more considerate than Kit. "Yeah, well, I guess it's too late to back out now."

And surely enough, it was. Just a couple miles up the road, Morgan could see the sprawling landscape of the asylum's grounds beginning to come into view. Jesus Christ, the place was huge. And just like that, her nerve shattered and her palms began to sweat. She gripped her phone tight in her hand, touched the side of the device to turn the display on, and checked the time. They were already a few minutes late. Crap. Pulling up Circe's contact, Morgan's fingers flew across the screen as she shot off a quick text: about 2 turn n.. u here already??

As Tess turned her eyes back to the road, she was surprised to see the asylum only a few feet in front of the car. Attempting to slam on the brakes, she turned the wheel, and the car skidded sideways into the parking lot. She glanced down and saw that the speedometer was dropping from sixty. She flushed. She hadn’t realized she’d been going so fast, but then again, she was nervous. As the car slowed down, Tess maneuvered it into an empty space and turned the ignition off, taking a moment to look around and ensure everyone was still in one piece. Tess stole a peek at Morgan’s phone and saw that they were late, but not by much. “That wasn’t too bad,” Tess stayed, ignoring her racing pulse. Even Kit was astonished, who had given her a silent double thumbs up at her direction.

Morgan's heart was racing, but no longer was it because of any thoughts of Margo -- now, if was because they were going far too fast for as quickly as the asylum was rushing up in front of them. When the car careened around a curve, her hands shot out, gripping the seat in front of her to steady herself so she wouldn't so easily go flying forward. "Not too bad?!" she echoed raggedly, voice lost to the sudden hoarseness of her throat. "Tess, as much as I love you, next time you need to take a chill pill before you get behind the wheel of my car. And you," she pointed an accusatory finger at Kit in the front seat. "Need to stop hassling her so much. Come on, everybody out. We're already late."

Tess got out, ducking so that her small, feathery wings didn’t get caught inside the door. Her hands shook as she reached down to adjust the hem of her short, white dress. She opened her mouth to apologize to Morgan but noticed that her friend’s mind seemed to be elsewhere. Instead, she sent a confused look at Kit.

Kit, on the other hand, simply rolled his eyes at Morgan's comment. Really, he should have been used to her personality at this point, and it was not as though he was complaining much. Morgan was lovely, and so was Tess (the latter, especially, in his most humble opinion), yet they obviously did not know how to have fun. When he had opened the door, stepping down, the first thing he did was to stretch out his arms as wide as possible. "Man, what a ride," he commented, then grinned, the shock of Morgan's outburst having dissipated. He leaned a bit towards Tess, whispering 'that was so cool, don't worry'.

As the trio neared the door, Tess wasn’t watching where she was going. Instead, she was staring down at her feet, too afraid to look at Morgan and not in the mood to look at Kit. Every once in a while, she was aware of Kit’s hands on her, but she did her best to ignore him. After all, that’s what had gotten her in trouble in the first place. Tess was so lost in her own mind and busy with feeling sorry for herself that she didn’t see the person standing in front of her. A moment later, she collided with them. Backing up, she came face-to-face with an unfamiliar torso. She looked up, and it felt like she was looking up forever until she at last saw a face. Suddenly aware that her mouth was hanging open in amazement at this young man’s height, she quickly snapped it shut. Then, before she could stop herself, she said, “Wow, you’re really tall.”

Kit? Kit is just baffled.

Morgan barely paid much attention to the others, scrambling to get out of the car, her anxiousness drifting back to thoughts of Margo and the party once again. She was aware of Kit by her side because the boy kept up well, but whether Tess did the same-- well, she couldn't say. She was far too lost in her own anxiousness to pay attention to possibly the most vulnerable of her friend group, not noticing when the small brunette stopped by the double doors near a tall male who reeked of pot. If she had noticed, she probably would have lingered by, but instead, she powered on past Andres, who thankfully let them in without issue despite being late (if not only because the fact they'd been running behind was more than obvious by their reckless careening into the parking lot).

Once inside, it wasn't hard to find Circe. The girl hadn't texted back, but even in a crowd of what could have very well been hundreds, the blonde was still the life of the party. She was just as loud, just as bright, just as energetic as ever.

Morgan, on the other hand, didn't really fit into the party scene. It was far too loud with far too many people jammed into the small space at once. Everyone was sweaty, drunk or high -- or both -- and it made Morgan nervous. As soon as she located Circe, Morgan shot the blonde a smile, her nerves clear and full on display. Her hands were shaking by her sides, pale eyes darting this way and that. She didn't see Margo right away, but even if she had, she wasn't sure she'd recognize her. She didn't really know what to look for anyway.

"Hey," she greeted simply, unsure what to say. She was only at this party because of the people who had urged her to come, after all. "Sorry to keep you waiting, we got a little caught up--"


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Archie Ardovini​

It was a miracle that the morph suit even fit him. Archie had a difficult enough time trying to find pants to fit him, but the stretchy fabric did help out his case. However, his eyes focused on his crotch reflecting back to him in the mirror and his mouth twisted into a grimace. "Fuck me..." Archie mumbled beneath his breath. There were many odd things he'd wear in public, but he felt way too exposed. Therefore, Archie retired to digging around his closet for some last minute additions to the alien he'd become.

By the time he'd returned to the mirror, Archie was clad in a pair of khaki cargo shorts, an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt, and a bucket hat. A satisfied grin crossed his face. "Fresh, fun, incredibly sexy. I truly belong on the cover of Vogue." Despite being completely alone in his apartment while rattling off shallow jokes, Archie snorted. Suddenly, he paused and hurried away from his reflection to grab a backpack. A couple of potentially useful things were thrown into it but the main reason for carrying it around was a spot for his camera. The newfound decency and last minute detail provided Archie with the comfort he needed to kick himself out of his home and into his car.

The idea of going with another person was nice. But being stuck in a car with Archie for a couple hours? The guy didn't shut up. Between bellowing his heart out through a carefully crafted playlist and shitty driving, Archie understood. He could be insufferable and his brain didn't have an off switch. Owning up to his faults but never doing anything about them left much to be desired, but his confidence and goofy demeanor paid off. Both enjoyable and incredible annoying at the same time-- a real feat!

Upon his arrival, he was foaming at the mouth in desperation for some social interaction. The familiar face when entering provided some delicious fucking food. "Andres! Nice costume! A bouncer? I think that's very sexy of you." Archie wasn't shy to wrap his arms around his tall friend-- a distracting hug. Quite frankly, he didn't give a rat's ass if he was interrupting his job. That wasn't true, he cared but it was a well know fact that Archie didn't have a lick of self control.

Removing his bucket hat and the alien mask as if Andres couldn't tell by his height and voice that Archie was the alien tourist, he grinned."Surprise! Pretty great, huh? I thought of the high school theme days and bam... This masterpiece!" Clearly, Archie was proud of his work. Thus, he wanted to show it off to other people and bid his big pal adieu.

Happily, he greeted Kohl, one-third of the tall club. And of course, his siblings who Archie was also good friends with. Left by himself, he swapped out his mask for his camera in order to snap some photos of the party goers. He captured a shot of someone in a shoddy Ghostface costume among some others. Then, aiming the lens towards the entrance, he took some more pictures of familiar faces-- Kit and Morgan. To himself, Archie smiled.

party | excited | x | idiot idiot , heartstringss heartstringss , open for interaction​
 
Evan Diaz
Costume: Clak Kent/Superman
By the time Evan made it into the party, it was in full swing. Throngs of people danced lucidly to the music in the designated dance area, while small groups of friends danced in their own little pods off to the side. Evan took a quick second to allow his ears to adjust to the loud music and pounding base that echoed through the rooms. He also used the time to take stock of those he recognized, many of his fraternity brothers danced alongside girls and some guys in the midst of the dancers, a few familiar faces from class. But for every recognized person, there were almost twenty more he didn’t.

Evan pushed his way through the crowd towards the bar, hoping to loosen himself up with a drink, and he would accept almost anything at this point. His glasses clad eyes followed a kid as he pulled another kid through the crowd and towards the door, the crowd parting around him as the pair walked. He adjusted the sleeves of his half-buttoned white dress shirt as he approached the bar. He walked away a few moments later, drink in hand, as he started towards a more secluded outcropping of people, pulling his phone up as it vibrated with a text from his one of his dads. A simple “be safe” message.

Evan tossed a quick hello and wave to Stacey as he passed her on his quest to rest his leg. The brace digging into his leg was starting to irritate the skin of his leg and he needed to adjust the tightness so there was less friction caused by it rubbing against the pants he had on. He sat down setting his drink to side as of him as started pulling at the staps of his brace and adjusting them to be looser. Hoping to help with the burning on his upper thigh. He brought his eyes around to the crowd as he grabbed his solo cup taking a long drink from its contents, before standing and testing the brace.
Asylum party
ready to party
Superman
open/Stacey (Mentioned ( idiot idiot ))
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BEE

"Haven't you put on enough already?" Suzy growled. Bee ignored their complaints and continued packing blush onto Suzy's sallow cheeks with a powder puff until the other recoiled with a splutter and took a few steps away.
"Oh, sorry! Was I too rough? I was trying to be gentle," Bee murmured, staring down at the puff in her hands as if to reprimand it. Suzy shook her head.
"No, I was just scared I'd get talc poisoning." With two tufty attempts at pigtails atop their head, a pout on their lips, and soft pink circles now adorning their cheeks, Suzy just about looked the cutest Bee had ever seen them since she'd moved back to Ohio.
"GOSH, you are just adorable!" Bee exclaimed, rushing forward to pull her sibling into a hug without any warning. Suzy hugged her back half-heartedly, patting her shoulders and letting out a little sigh as they did. If anyone else rushed them like that they'd be met with a knee to the groin, but cuddling with Bee felt natural. Or maybe it was more like being coddled and Suzy was just comfortable with it from constant exposure at this point; it was hard to tell. Bee pulled away and returned her makeup bag to her pink knapsack. She reached up and touched her hair spikes to make sure they were still standing strong. The red ribbons in her hair offered exactly zero support – the cans of hairspray Bee had emptied in her bathroom had been the true martyrs.
Once they got to the front of the line, Bee was thrilled to see a more than familiar face. "Hi Andre! How's it going? Not tired yet?" she greeted as she pulled the massive young man into a hello hug. Bee was a hugger. Suzy had been introduced to Andre before, but they elected to just stand back and wave. After a brief conversation in which Bee asked about Shay's whereabouts and Suzy tugged on her leather jacket to remind her that they were holding up the line, the pair of them finally made it inside the building.
"Bibi, I thought you were supposed to be the one dragging me to this party, not the other way around. Everyone's up ahead!" Suzy was unable to keep the note of exasperation out of their tone when they turned their head to see their sister peering into a dark room on the left.
"I thought I saw someone in here, though..." Suzy rolled their eyes and took their sister's hand to lead her further down the hallway.
"I'm sure if I left a party, went to a dark room to be by myself, and cried or whatever I would love for someone to barge in and interrupt," they joked. Bee, however, looked even more concerned at the possibility of someone crying alone. "Gosh, don't go back, it's probably just some gross couple who couldn't keep it in their pants. Come on!"

Bee had loved how her costume turned out when she'd been posing in the mirror in her dorm, but now she wasn't so sure. Though she had attached a couple Pokeballs to her and Suzy's bags to make sure people understood the Pokemon association, from the front she probably just looked like a girl with a really weird hairstyle. Bee rarely wore dresses that showed this much pale, chubby thigh, and she realized with a sinking feeling that if she wanted to maintain her hair, she'd have to stay on the outskirts of the mass of people having fun in the center of the room. She pulled at the hem of her dress and stopped when that move threatened her cleavage. Maybe she should have ordered a size up... Suzy, on the other hand, looked like they were starting to sweat in their turtleneck-blazer combo. "You want something to drink?" Bee asked, and when Suzy nodded, she began to lead them towards the bar, where a handful of young-looking girls were poised in front of an impressive array of alcohol. On second thought, maybe she should ease Suzy into the scene. She knew for a fact that last time her sibling had gone to a party had been when they were still in high school, and they'd certainly never been to one of this scale before. She made a turn for a table in the corner that was relatively deserted, which led her to believe the punch was non-alcoholic.
"Yo, Bee!" A voice she knew well. Bee turned to see Elvis lounging on a nearby sofa, and he had bunny ears on? She held up a finger to tell him to wait for her, but Suzy shook their head.
"Go ahead, I'll get us drinks," they said.
"You're sure?"
"No, I'm just dying to talk to Mister Dance Diva. Go on, I'm not going to get kidnapped getting fruit punch, Bee." Suzy waved her off and sped away before Bee could continue the tedious back and forth.

"A rabbit costume?" Bee asked as she took the empty spot next to Elvis. "I didn't really peg you as the type. The suit looks nice. I bet you have no idea what my costume is." She shrugged off her knapsack and put it in her lap, but even with the Pokeball staring him dead in the eye, the closest Elvis would probably get would be 'Pokemon trainer.'
SUZY
by allure
triples triples
 
❝ the party ❞
now.


The petrol-like fluid burnt the back of Stacey's throat, in the best way possible, helping to alleviate the anxiety she was feeling in regards to the party. Blonde locks rested on the skin-tight, red jumpsuit with tasteful cutouts, opting to finish the look with a headband brandishing devil horns nestled in her hair.

"Girl, you need to calm down, this party is fucking amazing." A screechy, Californian voice came from Jennifer, one of her sorority sisters, who ran a manicured hand through Stacey's hair. Stacey knew the party was amazing, yet there were so many people to control for and to keep happy — it was completely overwhelming. Across the room of flashing lights and loud music, she spotted Evan, who offered a short wave before taking a seat at the bar. A wide-mouthed smile came from Stacey, offering her own wave with her free hand.

At the bar, Corban was left shell-shocked from his encounter with Kohl, the pizza delivery shirt stretched and scrunched around the collar from the altercation. Ana couldn't help but smile at the interaction, a small flutter of admiration for the tall man filling her stomach. Grasping the drugged drink, Ana poured the contents down the front of Corban's shirt, "I'll never forget what you did, asshole." Ana sneered, turning on her heels towards the Jason Voorhees costume-clad man. Following him outside the party, she watched through long eyelashes as he lit the joint.

"Thanks for that back there, he is such a creep, I don't know why they let him inside." Her thick, silky hair was braided, travelling down the front of her light-blue, two-piece Jasmine costume. "I'm Ana by the way, not sure we have met." Ana smiled, before she gestured to the joint, hand outstretched, "You mind?" The sheltered girl had never smoked before but right now seemed like the perfect time to try. heartstringss heartstringss

Wolfgang leaned against the wall near the bathroom, a joint in hand, not one to be cramped against drunk and grinding party-goers. The other two hosts were settled in the corner of the party in a heated conversation, Amari's hands doing most of the talking it seemed. Harrison seemed disinterested, his face red.

Rueben scouted the party, seemingly struggling to fit in with the college students. Still clad in his fake police-officer costume, Rueben decided to approach a secluded figure dressed in what seemed to be Ghostface from the Scream movies. In front of the masked figure, Rueben bumped shoulders with him, guessing he should start asking around, "Hey man, you know where I can get some good shit? Like premium shit, you feel me?" Rueben's voice was low but loud enough for the masked man, wondering if his 'college kid persona' was passable or not. weldherwings weldherwings

Outside the main entrance, Andres was still standing guard at the sturdy, gigantic double-doors. He had met many familiar faces from Kohl, Bee, Suzy and of course Archie. Andre would be lying if he said he didn't have a crush on his tall, lanky counterpart. The two were good friends but Andres wouldn't complain if Archie wanted to be more. He made a mental note to talk to him once he entered the party, after some liquid courage of course. His thoughts of Archie hugging him earlier were disrupted by his sister, still dressed in her track-and-field uniform. Cocking an eyebrow towards her, her dark skin shone with sweat in the moonlight. "You made it, huh?" Andres soft, friendly smile caused his sister to roll her eyes, hands stuffed in her pockets.






— ACT 1.
 


LET'S GO OUT WITH A BANG!
(Bang! Bang! Bang!)

Distracted as he was, Kohl didn’t notice himself being followed until the girl in the Jasmine costume approached him and began talking. He turned his head lazily to look her over, lit joint lolling out the side of his mouth. Was it rude to smoke in front of other people? Oh well. It was a party, so not like most people in here weren’t high on something or other already anyway.

He didn’t recognize the girl, but she was pretty and seemed friendly, and soon enough she introduced herself as Ana. As simple as the name was, good luck getting Kohl to remember that. He was already buzzing, and as deep a pull as he’d taken, it probably wouldn’t be too long now before he was completely blitzed. “Yeah, I don’t get it either, you’d think he’d be banned by now, honestly.” When Ana asked after the joint, he nodded and pulled it from between his lips, passing it off without complaint. “I’m Kohl,” he answered after a second’s pause, remembering he hadn’t introduced himself yet.

While Ana took the joint and put it to her lips, Kohl rested his shoulders back against the concrete wall and watched. Dark olive-green eyes observed the cherry turning bright red, then flicked up to Ana’s face watching as she took a deep drag and immediately began to choke on the smoke. His face stretched into a lazy grin, large hand reaching out to pinch the joint from between her fingers while she hacked out the smoke and struggled to regain her breath. Not an uncommon reaction for a first-timer, really - and oh yes, he could certainly tell.

Once Ana had settled some, Kohl stuck the joint back between his own lips and demonstrated how to smoke it properly. He took a long drag, practically second-nature by this point, and then tipped his head back to expel the smoke into the air. “Deep breath, let it fill your lungs, hold it, and exhale,” he explained through the cloud, “Got it?” He flashed a smile as he passed the joint back, letting Ana try again.

Letting Ana work off the joint for a little while, Kohl eventually turned his attention elsewhere. He heard the screeching of tires as a dark blue sedan tore into the parking lot, three people spilling out of the car in a hurry. He quirked a brow amusedly, but didn’t take much notice of the trio, even as they branched off and began to approach the building. Two walked right past him on their way to the door, but he hardly cared to watch. Turning back to Ana with a smile, he took the joint back when she finished and took a final drag off of it before crushing the butt against the wall to expunge what little was left of the flame. “Much better, huh?”

With that, he pushed off the wall. He was about to head back into the party when, out of nowhere, a small brunette crashed into him. Even as jarring as it was, he maintained his balance easily due to the fact the girl was so small — more like a fly smacking his arm, really. “Whoa, you good?” He asked as the girl began to back up, the new distance giving him a chance to see her better. He looked down (way down) to take her in, and was floored right on the spot. Jesus Christ. Who gave this girl the right to wear a costume like that? (Not like she was the only one at the party dressed in this fashion—not by a long shot, no—but damn if this one didn’t hit a little different for some reason.)

Before he could help himself, Kohl blurted the first thing that came to mind—which was, admittedly, quite embarrassing. Not that he noticed, or cared, but regret definitely should have been his first feeling, though it wasn't. “You get lost on your way to heaven?” He asked, grinning all the while. He tried to keep a straight face, though soon enough the grin slipped and he erupted into laughter instead. The whites of his eyes being red as maraschino cherries was an easy enough indicator that he was high, but that snorting laughter — even sober, that was a given of his personality. “Since we’re stating the obvious here, you’re really short,” he continued, drawing a line with his hand between the top of her head and his own torso. She barely came up to his shoulder. Shorter than his sisters, even.

“What’s your name?” he asked the brunette now, Ana all but forgotten in the moment. What with his tendency to become singularly focused when he was high, Kohl honestly didn’t mean to ignore the girl, but that’s exactly what happened here. Oops. “Don’t tell me it’s Angel — that’d be too ironic.” Okay, now that he thought about it, maybe Kohl also had a little bit of a thing for short girls. Now take those short girls and make them innocently adorable, scantily clad and showing skin? Yeah, that was just— too much to resist, really.

When she introduced herself as Tess rather than Angel, he nodded appreciatively, even as the irony was lost. Always eager to make new friends, he introduced himself as well. “Well hey Tess, I’m Kohl.” Finally remembering Ana, he turned slightly sideways to acknowledge her and introduced her as well. How he managed to remember her name in the first place might’ve been a miracle in itself, actually.

“This is Ana. Look, now we’re all familiar. Y’all ready to party? Well, let’s go,” Passing Shay and Andres on the way back inside, he offered a friendly wave and a smile to the track-suit clad girl, then a fist bump to the male. He turned around, walking backward as he called out to the pair, “You guys gonna stand out here forever or you gonna come inside eventually? I’m getting a round of shots, you want in?” Naturally, if they stuck around, Ana and Tess were also invited into the round of shots. In Kohl’s mind, that was obvious.
featuring:
kohl, [caitlin, cass, morgan]

interactions:
ana, tess, andres (brief), shay (brief) idiot idiot lvcid lvcid
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tess valentine
the girl next-door
Tess nodded. “Yeah,” she replied, “I’m fine. Sorry about that.” She glanced down to smooth out the front of her dress, and when she looked back up, she saw that the male was looking at her the way Kit often does, except when Kit does it, it’s vaguely irritating—not that she’d ever tell him that, of course. When this man did it, though, it was kind of attractive, maybe even a little bit intimidating—given his size and the machete, which she hoped was only a part of his costume—until he graced Tess’s ears with that pickup line. “You get lost on your way to heaven?” She blushed. Suddenly, he wasn’t all that scary. In fact, he reminded her a bit of her high school boyfriend. She laughed shyly, tucking a strand of curls behind her ear. “No, but I almost missed my turn on the way here,” she said with a smile. She couldn’t help giggling once more as his grin gave way to snorting laughter—something about it was just contagious. She noticed the redness in his eyes and wondered if that had something to do with it—he smelled of something she felt she should recognize but, unsurprisingly, didn’t. Tess watched as he drew an invisible line to accentuate just how short she was, and in response, she said plainly, “I got it from my mom.” Almost immediately, she was laughing again, her palm to her forehead. “Why did I just tell you that?” In all honesty, she had no idea why she’d felt the need to defend her short stature, to give a reason for it. This was just another example of how, when nervous, Tess Valentine said and did dumb things.

“Sadly no,” Tess said with a wide grin. “My name’s Tess.” She didn’t see the use in telling him her name was Theresa. Knowing her parents, they’d named her after Mother Theresa, and that wasn’t particularly something she liked to advertise. So, it was always just Tess. In that moment of introducing herself, she realized just how familiar the whole thing was. She always found herself getting drawn to the bad boys, and for some reason, they didn’t mind having her around. “Nice to meet you.” There were those manners again.

Speaking of her good manners, they had failed her when it came to acknowledging the girl standing not five feet away from them. In Tess’s defense, she’d been a little..distracted. Now that she did notice her though, with a small nod of her head and a, “Hi,” she felt a pang of disappointment. Was this Kohl’s girlfriend? He sure hadn’t acted like it, but sometimes it was hard to tell. She was a lot prettier and more confident than Tess, the kind of girl she assumed he’d be interested in. Either way, she felt like she’d intruded on something, and she shrank back within her shell a bit, not that she’d come that far out of it in the first place. Still, at the mention of going inside, Tess nodded, already following Kohl as he made his way past the bouncer and through the door. “Yeah, I should probably go find my friends.” She was vaguely aware that they’d gone on inside, but a quick look around confirmed that they’d left her behind. She thought back to the gay intervention they were holding for Morgan and wondered how it was going. What Kohl said next though caused Tess to stop in her tracks. She didn’t drink. It’s not like she didn’t like it—she’d just never gotten around to trying it in the first place. Part of her was a little scared to try something new. Biting her bottom lip, her big blue eyes darted from Ana back to Kohl. “I guess a shot or two couldn’t hurt,” she said, letting her voice trail off.
outside the asylum
shy
angel costume
interactions: kohl heartstringss heartstringss ana idiot idiot
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circe o'donnell



MOOD
beamin' & schemin'!

LOCATION
Athens Lunatic Asylum

MENTIONS
oxytocin oxytocin , oliver oliver , heartstringss heartstringss , s e v e n s e v e n , & lvcid lvcid

INTERACTIONS
Margo, Archie, Morgan, Kit, & Tess

OUTFIT
a Hooter's waitress: skintight logo tank top, tiny orange shorts, & tennis shoes.


The Uber ride to the Athens Lunatic Asylum was eventful, full of chatter and playful, harmless bickering. Why wouldn’t it be, for a dynamic best friend duo on one of the most exciting nights of the year? With a tiny backpack stocked with a dab pen and two flasks, the blond was very much looking forward to an unforgettable night.

“I’m still mad at you,” Circe said flatly as she shakily put the finishing touches on her makeup. She had her phone front camera on (the phone itself on Do Not Disturb so any notifications wouldn’t take any attention away from her art) balanced on the back of the passenger seat and her knee, and she was doing her best to apply more mascara without getting it too clumpy or smearing it on her perfect eyeshadow.

Margo sighed, exasperated in the seat next to her. “I still don’t know why.”

“Bitch, I literally told you,” The blond began, turning to face them. She gestured to her friend’s costume with the mascara wand, which would have been impressive and completely on-brand for their alternative, punky style if the two of them hadn’t made plans to coordinate.

“I said we were going for cute. I don’t know what this is. What are you again?”

“I told you!” Margo huffed, folding their arms across their chest. “I’m a sexy Marilyn Manson! That is cute.”

“Literally no, it’s not.” Circe rolled her eyes and turned back to her phone right as the screen started to darken. “One, you know what I meant by ‘cute’. Two, I would call the police if I saw someone on Grindr dressed like you.”

For a moment, she forgot they weren’t alone in this car. The driver cleared his throat softly and the blond looked up at the driver’s seat for a moment, panicking. Was it rude that they were having a conversation like this around a total stranger? But what did it matter if—what was his name? Fred?—overheard two girls bickering on Halloween? It wasn’t like they were ever going to cross paths again after this Uber ride. And she’d behaved worse in other Uber rides, despite what her near perfect five-star rating said.

“Ok, well, you’re not on Grindr right now, are you?” Her friend snapped back. “This is a Halloween party. At least I’m in a costume.” Margo grimaced lightly, giving the blond a quick up-down glance. “You would wear that any day of the week.”

The other girl barley seemed bothered by the accusation. “Yeah, and what about it?” She paused to tilt her head in different directions, checking to see if the mascara paste had accidentally gotten on her eyelids. “At least I have this push-up bra now. Should’ve gotten one a long time ago.”

Once she was satisfied with her eye makeup, Circe grinned at her image in the camera. She then tilted the camera lower to focus on her chest, squinting her eyes, scrutinizing her bust: despite her best efforts to look the part of a Hooter’s waitress, the fact that she didn’t quite fill out this skin tight t-shirt bothered her.

“… Do you think it makes much of a difference? Be honest.”

Margo was visibly holding back a smirk. “No.”

The blond gasped playfully, then punched the other girl lightly on the arm. “I hate you so much! I hope you know that.”

—​

Once actually inside the Asylum, which was actually quite a unique, electrifying party environment, Circe grabbed Margo’s hand and dragged her deep into the thick of things, looking for something exciting or just about anyone she knew. Between making visits to the makeshift bar for shots of tequila and dancing to Junglepussy, Cupcake, and Megan thee Stallion—whoever was DJing that night was doing an absolutely fantastic job—the blond visited with acquaintances closest to her.

She was excited when she literally bumped shoulders with Archie. Beaming and squealing, she stood on her tippy-toes to embrace him tightly. “O-M-G, it is literally so good to see you! I’m so glad you’re here!”

Circe’s eyes widened when she spotted the camera in her friend’s hands. “I’m so glad you brought that. You already know I’m gonna need some cute pics for the ‘Gram after tonight.”

A familiar voice from somewhere behind her made Circe turn, looking in the somewhat dark crowd for who had caught her attention. Just a moment later, she spotted a clearly nervous but smiling Morgan. “Hey girl hey!” Again, she embraced her friend tightly, grinning from ear to ear.

Her expression changed quickly when she recalled some plans she’d made behind the girl’s back and how close Margo was: the blond suddenly looked mischievous, wide-eyed, and her mind started racing a million miles an hour. Where were Kit and Tess? She had to keep the situation a somewhat of a surprise, but she’d be damned if their plans got foiled and she lost either one of these girls in the crowd.

“Oh, don’t even worry about it,” she answered brightly. “We just got here too. We were a little late to call the Uber, and then we had to wait twenty minutes for him to pick us up—you know how it goes.”

Circe paused, tilting her head to the side. “Um. Hey! Where’s Kit and Tess? Archie’s right here, and he could take some real cute pictures of us.”


coded by weldherwings.
 



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i'm here.
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Not delivered.


A frown smeared across Bailey’s face as his phone continued to repeatedly tell him that his image or message couldn’t be sent through. Was it the Roo app? Was it down? His brows furrowed in confusion as he quickly closed the app and refreshed it. Nope. The image still wasn’t going through. It was only when his stupid little gaze moved from the message to the signal bar that he realised something. Jesus Christ, there was no reception here. Who the hell organized this party? What would they do if a fire broke out or some maniac went ham on everyone? Send smoke signals to the police? That was just poor management in his mind.

Feeling a bump against his shoulder, Bailey stumbled slightly as he had been placing most of his weight onto the side that the person had nudged into it. Instantly, his head shot up and looked at the person who had bumped him. It was probably unintentionally considering how many people were here and like, it was a party after all. People were bound to be drunk or high. However, when the guy didn’t apologise but rather started up a conversation with him, Bailey knew within that moment that it had been an intentional bump.

And thank goodness for his mask. Because if this guy could see his face right now, he would know that Bailey was giving him a good old stink eye and screaming what the fu- through his eyeballs. He literally wanted to roll his eyeballs at this guy, so far back so he could see his spine. Who the hell does that? Just goes up to some random person asking for some premium shit. What if Bailey was a cop? That wouldn’t go down, would it? Not only that, but the guy was acting like he was one of those boomers who had just discovered tiktok because they wanted to be hip and cool. Oh, so was he also going to ask Bailey how to do the Wipe challenge or the Renegade after this too? Jesus Christ.

But now he was stuck with the question of what to do? This guy could’ve been a new customer. A new customer was always welcomed as the money made from Roo went straight into Bailey’s funding for school and life after school. I mean, he wanted to have a family and some kids. He wanted to become a scientist and help people discover cures for cancer and other terminal diseases. He didn’t plan on making Roo for the rest of his life and dealing drugs. It was just a temporary solution to his money woes and he just so happened to be good at it too. With all this in mind, he allowed a frustrated sigh to slip past his lips. I suppose it wouldn’t hurt helping this potential new customer out.

Reaching into his back pocket of his jeans, Bailey slipped out one of his business cards. No, he wasn’t stupid enough to have his name on it or the information for the app straight away. But rather, one side was a riddle which would provide the codeword that would help this dude find the app in the app store on his phone and the other side was the passcode to get into the said app. Overly cautious? Perhaps. But it was the only way Bailey was able to really control the traffic flow of the app to ensure it didn’t crash on a daily basis or that he had too many orders coming through at once. The university was a big campus after all.

Handing over the card without another bit of information or a word falling from his mouth, Bailey simply gave the other male a ‘thumbs up’ to signify a ‘good luck’. Right. He had a job to do. He wasn’t about to spend the rest of his time socializing when there was chicken nuggets and a thick shake calling his name in McDonalds. So, without any hesitation, he turned around on his heels and began to make his way through the crowd and away from the boomer. Right. Time to focus. He knew this dude who he was met to be catching up with to exchange. All his security team and delivery team employees wore body cams to ensure their safety. So, this guy who had ordered from him today had been on camera a fair amount of time. However, with all the different costumes, it was making it a bit hard to try and figure out who was who. And so… began his aimless wonder around the outskirts of the crowd and watching others like a hawk through his mask.



can you crack the code?

I speak without a mouth and hear without ears.
I have no body, but I come alive with wind.
What am I?


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crack the lock to enter​

682 – one number is correct and in the correct position
645 – one number is correct but in the wrong position
206 – two numbers are correct but in the wrong positions
738 – nothing is correct
780 – one number is correct but in the wrong position




mood | Jesus christ who invited the boomer

outfit | ghost face mask + all black clothing (jeans, shoes, bag, jacket + shirt)

location | at the party

mention | Rueben the boomer ( idiot idiot ) + Elvis ( triples triples )



coded by weldherwings.
 
❝ the party ❞
now.


Andre's dark eyes watched the hazy sun dip behind the skyline; the full moon on the horizon. The soft glow of lights shining through the entrance kept him accompany. A few stragglers stumbled past him, a glance at his watch indicating it was almost 5:30 pm. Soon he would head inside, down some liquid courage and approach Archie but for now, he needed to keep Harrison's instructions in mind.

Inside the asylum, Ana stood somewhat awkwardly by a perky, girl-next-door kind of type and Kohl ( lvcid lvcid heartstringss heartstringss ). The puff from the joint left her mellow and her throat sore from almost coughing up a lung. Insightful as always, Ana knew the two were interested in each other; from Tess' blushing and her rather obvious glances at Kohl. Furthermore, Kohl's pitiful pick-up line seemingly worked on the angel-clad Tess. A shot in her hand, Ana's exposed shoulders were suddenly wrapped up by a muscular arm belonging to Harrison.

Harrison wore a shredded red and green sweater which was cropped to reveal his glistening, defined abs. Dangling at the end of Ana's shoulder was his gloved hand, protruding with plastic claws. The frat brother was clearly a frequent visitor of the gym and proud to display his hard work to the world. "How is my girlfriend?" Harrison's perfect teeth peeked through his smirk, leaving Ana to roll her eyes. Tess and Kohl entered Harrison's vision, "Hope you guys are enjoying the party, it was a pain in the ass to set up, but obviously worth it."

"Anyway, I have to steal this princess away from you guys." A perfectly-shaped brow was raised by Ana, turning towards Harrison in confusion. After a short goodbye to Tess and Kohl, the pair left with hush words being exchanged, Tess noticed that Ana clearly wasn't happy, a combination of shock and anger across her face. Tess would notice something else though. Past the scantily-clad pair whispering, was a lone figure staring right at her, or at least it seemed that way; the hollow, pitch-black eyesockets were framed by an eerie clown mask that covered the entirety of the figure's head.

On the other side of the room, Rueben thumbed the business card in his hand. The mysterious Ghostface left without a word, blending in with the massive crowd of party-goers ( weldherwings weldherwings ). He knew of the card well, it was something one of the college kids they caught red-handed were carrying. It was clever, Rueben couldn't deny the ringleader's business tactics. He wondered if the Ghostface was just another lackey or maybe something more?

Archie was happily taking photographs of the party-goers, yet he wasn't the only one it seemed ( oliver oliver ). A bright flash and signature click came from behind, he knew from his photography knowledge that the click belonged to an older camera model. Turning around, Archie was left confused to see no one behind him, only a wooden door cracked open slightly.

— ACT 1.
 






Upon stepping through the doorway, Kit felt a small leap in his heart. Immediately the scene of the night shifted, the peaceful tunes of the outside wind breaking to the wild music, desultory lights of all colours flashing before his eyes. The air thickened, and the smell of booze, now perhaps more mixed with student sweat over colognes and perfumaries, filled the scene. And somehow Kit could not have felt any more excited.


The boy could have sworn that a second ago Morgan was next to him. He remembered going with Tess, then he was greeting some other people and now she too, was out of his sight. Now he was utterly and quite entirely lost within the crowd. It was not much of a big deal, really, and Kit did not sweat it at all. He knew most of the people to come around, if anything he expected to see them again soon. A certain plan, a certain intervention. A smirk played over his lips- he would be lying to say he was not looking forward to it.


Surely there were some others that felt less familiar than usual. Like a person wearing a scream mask- heck, perhaps he wouldn't have recognized said person even if they had opened their mask. A random thought occured: if he had just wore something like that, he could perhaps steal his way into any parties uninvited. Yay for free booze?


"Good on ya, bud," Kit said nonchalantly, giving a firm pat on the back to the guy, who he really had not the slightest idea was in fact, Bailey. Once more, Kit found himself surfing through the crowd. For a while, his eyes gazed over the counter, in which he had indeed found the angel-like girl...drinking? That was not right.


To add it all up, that boy next to her, whom Kit had always thought was much too tall for his own, nor anyone's good, was Kohl. He liked Kohl, yet never had he thought those two were friends. Often Kit sees himself much too busy to think that he was everyone's friends, that he sometimes forgot that those people have other friends, too. Regardless, he wondered if he should have cut in, Tess had never been much the party type after all. At least, as much as he had known her.


Kit was about to make his way there, excusing himself past all the other students, but damned be the world if they allowed Kit to ever see through anything he has planned. It was then when he saw a certain girl in the distance, and his jaw dropped.


"Bee!" he called out, waving at the Asian beauty. He immediately ran towards her, bumping into multiple of people as he muttered a quick apology. The moment he reached her, he immediately took a pinch to her cheeks. "I didn't think you'd come! You look so gorgeous in your...whatever costume you're wearing." Witches and vampires were much too common, then there were others that did not seem to have placed effort at all. Then there are still yet another type, where one could instantly tell they are supposedly something, but...what? Kit was not one to know Pokemons, but he was, in fact, honest about his opinions. Bee did look very lovely indeed.


"Heyyy Suz!" he greeted them. Kit had a feeling that they did not like him much (for reasons unknown to him, certainly), yet not even that could stop himself from teasing them. "Don't think I forgot about you too. You're still the cutest one." Kit sat, or perhaps more of, forced himself to slide in their seat. It was when he made himself entirely comfortable when he finally recognized the third person. Naturally, Suzy would have been with Bee, that itself was not too surprising.


"Oh," Kit laughed, though there was awkwardness in his tone, even slight embarrassment. He never knew why he could be comfortable with literally anyone but this boy. There was something in his attitude, the way he brought himself. Or perhaps Kit was simply making stupid excuses. "Did not...see you there. Hey Elvis."


Mentions: lvcid lvcid (Tess), @heartstrings (Kohl)
Interaction: weldherwings weldherwings (Bailey, briefly), triples triples (Fake Presley), allure allure (Suzy, Bee)


Christopher "Kit" Castillo​


 
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morgan devereaux, 22
[ fight · flight · freeze ]

strengths:
CPR & first-aid certified · speed & endurance · physically deft · coordination & spatial awareness · good at calming people down.

weaknesses:
partial hearing loss (right ear) · prone to panic · lacks confidence · unskilled in trauma-care situations · mostly useless in a fight.

fears:
extreme claustrophobia · rejection · drowning · suffocation · death · birds & flying insects.

kohl hedrick, 23
[ fight · flight · freeze ]

strengths:
above-average strength & endurance · highly resourceful & adaptable · won't go down without a fight.

weaknesses:
slow-moving · large body mass makes him an easy target · stubborn & hot-headed · tends to self-sacrifice.

fears:
mild claustrophobia · failure · losing loved ones · slight squeamishness for blood, vomit, broken glass, and needles.

LET'S GO OUT WITH A BANG!
(Bang! Bang! Bang!)


lvcid lvcid
No, but I almost missed my turn on the way here, Kohl grinned, the look that adopted across his face big and stupid, so genuinely happy it looked entirely out of place with the whole rest of his costume. Honestly, it didn’t even matter how this girl reacted to his pickup line, Kohl was already hooked like an addict on her vibes (and the fact he was high? Okay, so maybe that played into it a little, too - so what?) Either way, she was sweet, genuinely shy, so goddamn adorable. He didn’t notice much else and, in all honestly, he didn’t really care to.

“I can help you find your friends if you’d like,” Kohl offered, looking down to Tess with a softer smile. “And you don’t have to drink if you don’t want to,” he added a few seconds later, when he noticed her look of clear hesitation towards the mention of ordering everyone a round of shots. With a shrug, he added, “No pressure here, little friend.” But she agreed easily enough, and after that, they went inside and he ordered the entire group the round of shots he’d promised. He got one for Tess, Ana, and himself first, then when they paired up with some of Tess’s friends a few minutes later—a few he recognized but most he didn’t—he ordered them a round of too.

It was a huge group by then, Tess certainly the smallest of the entire lot, which Kohl couldn’t help but find hilarious. Teasing her gently anytime she spoke up, he made a point of leaning down as if he couldn’t hear her from his extra foot’s height advantage. It earned him a few thwacks on the shoulder, but all’s fair in love and war, right?

Kohl was a lot friendlier then he looked, Tess would realize pretty soon. He might come off a little rough around the edges, but when it really boiled down to it, he was a nice guy. Don’t let the mask and machete fool you—as long as you didn’t piss him off or get on his bad side, you’d be fine. But if you did happen to get on his bad side, hoo boy, yeah, you’d best lookout. (Curious what that means? Just ask Corban!)

He fit in fairly easily with the girl’s friends, sticking around if not only because it’s not like he had any place better to be at the moment. He sipped a beer while he stood and interacted with the group, letting others take the lead as he was sort of the odd man out. He was out of place anyway, he could tell — there was something else going on here tonight, and he might’ve been intruding, but if anyone cared, they didn’t bother to argue. Besides, he mostly just stuck by Tess, and she too was pretty quiet.


⏪ ⏪ ⏪


Morgan hadn’t even realized she’d lost Kit and Tess in the crowd, not until Circe brought it up. She was excited to see the blonde—excited but nervous—and the hug was appreciated, helping to calm some of her nerves. Circe was so relaxed, so chill about absolutely everything, the complete opposite of everything Morgan was. They were both popular, both fitting into a lot of the same crowds, except Circe had taken quite a few different turns—she was clearly a lot wilder, a lot more confident than Morgan, and perhaps that’s where the two made the most sense in becoming friends. She’d taken Morgan under her wing, and it was exactly what Morgan needed to help her get out of her comfort zone. Not even Kit could give her all the pushes she needed, and Tess was mostly just a support friend. Circe, on the other hand, was a go-getter. timshel timshel

“Shoot, I don’t know,” Morgan exclaimed, swirling around on the spot to look for the pair she’d driven in with and then promptly abandoned, like a total asshole. Her nerves were fried, then realizing how badly she’d snubbed Tess, it’s like they just exploded all at once. She’d snapped at her, hadn’t she? God, Tess didn’t deserve that—

Fortunately, the girl wasn’t too far behind. A few minutes later, Morgan caught sight of her friend wandering up towards the bar with an alarming tall male in a slightly off-putting costume and a girl dressed like Jasmine from Aladdin. She waved to Tess when they got close enough, and it wasn’t long before the trio wandered over, then the male ordered shots for the entire group. At the mention of alcohol, Morgan was just as apprehensive as Tess had been moments beforehand, and now she exchanged a glance with the smaller female, who she’d seen already drink her own shot just moments beforehand.

Though she’d always been wary of alcohol, Morgan downed the shot anyways, the group urging her on with promises of “liquid courage,” and “you won’t regret it.” Yeah, well, hopefully not… God, did this stuff tasted terrible. What the hell was in that glass, gasoline? She almost gagged as soon as it touched her lips, then breathing in the scent, letting it swirl around her mouth—before she could throw it up, she forced herself to swallow and found it burned going down too, but once it was in her system, it didn’t take long for the shot to settle in. She might’ve been tall and muscular, but she’d never drank before, and this was pure alcohol. It wouldn’t take very many to get her drunk.

Shortly after that, the trio of Tess, Kohl, and Ana turned into a duo as the girl in the Jasmine costume was swooped away by none other than Harrison Watts himself. Greetings were brief but amicable, everyone complimenting the male on the turnout of the party—though, if anyone was paying attention, they might notice that both Kohl and Morgan seemed to be giving the same look of wariness towards the male as he carted Ana off. Something wasn’t right, the girl clearly unhappy, but if anyone thought to question it, no one seemed to act. The moment was lost just like that.

Wandering back to the conversation at hand, Morgan looked down to Tess, observing that the girl was still crowded fairly close by the older boy’s side, the two flirting casually for the past several minutes. Nearly anyone would have been a better option for Tess than Kit, Morgan thought, and then she felt terrible even just thinking that way of her closest male friend. He was a good guy, really, just not… not always the most sensible, okay? Reminded of her conversation with Circe just a few minutes prior, Morgan brightened with a sudden realization. “Have you seen Kit?” she asked, remembering that she hadn’t seen him in a while, but maybe Tess had. lvcid lvcid

But it wasn’t Tess who responded as she had expected; instead, it was Kohl. The male rose up onto his toes, peering out across the crowd with a hand shielded over his eyes to see through the glare of all the lights streaming from the ceiling overhead. “I swear I saw him on our way up...” he trailed off, spinning on his heel to look the other direction. A moment later, he brightened with recognition and jutted a hand out over the crowd to point the boy’s location. “He’s over there with a bunch of Asians dressed like animals,” the male said, a wide, goofy grin stretched across his face.

Where that statement might’ve seemed a bit odd if taken out of context, if you followed Kohl’s finger (and were tall enough to see over the crowd), you would find he was actually being fairly accurate. Kit was, indeed, settled on a couch in the far corner of the room with a trio of Asian students all dressed like some kind of animals. Elvis as what looked like a rabbit in a fancy suit, and the two Sun sisters like… what was it, some kind of Pokemon? The balls attached to their bags said yes, but Kohl wasn’t as familiar with what types of trainers or Pokemon the costumes might’ve been trying to represent. He knew what Pokemon was, but it’d never been something he’d cared to follow. Ask his sisters and they could probably tell you right away — but alas, they weren’t around.

Morgan stood up on her tip-toes to follow Kohl’s finger, spotting Kit exactly where the male pointed him out to be, and then shot a smile his way. She was about ready to excuse herself to go collect him, the alcohol in her system already making her a bit more confident and lot less anxious, but something in Tess’s expression threw her off. When she looked down, she noticed that Tess seemed to be frozen, her gaze still locked on a point in the distance, the same point Ana and Harrison had wandered off towards, except by now the pair was lost to the crowd and no longer anywhere in sight. She touched Tess’s elbow gently, drawing her out of her trance by forcing her to look away from whatever it was that had previously held her attention—but it clearly wasn’t easy.

When Morgan followed where her gaze had been, she quickly understood why. Along the back wall of the club, there was someone dressed in a clown’s mask. A terrifying sight, the mask covered the entirety of the person’s head with nothing but black holes for eyes. No one else was around them, and the black holes of the mask’s eye sockets seemed to be staring right into Tess’s soul, like some kind of subtle not-so-subtle threat. Even not being the target of that stare, Morgan was still unnerved. She shivered, looped her hand around Tess’s elbow, and gently tugged the girl closer for a hug, maybe feeling a bit protective. She knew well enough that Tess was terrified of clowns, just the same as Tess would know if she needed comfort from anyone, Morgan would have been the best to understand.

“We should go find Kit,” Morgan said, trying to distract the girl from her worries by changing the subject. But when she turned away, excusing herself from the rest of the group with promises she would be right back, it wasn’t Kit whom she wished she would find first within the crowd, but rather Margo.

She hadn’t seen the girl yet, though perhaps that was mostly due to the fact she didn’t know what to look for. She had no idea what Margo’s costume would be, but hopefully by the time she got back with Kit, maybe she would be there, too. After all, Circe had implied—both in the pre-planning stages and in the aftermath of arriving at the party—that they’d be coming together.

Using her height to her advantage, Morgan weaved through the crowd with Tess at her hand. She picked her way past dozens of hot, sweaty, pushing bodies as she worked her way to where Kit had been along the far wall when Kohl had pointed him out, and when she arrived—well, it was like a breath of fresh air, being free of that crowd. Parties really were not her style… but alas. Here she was. Oh, the things you did for your friends.

When she drew close to the four sitting at the couch, she felt awkward interrupting their camaraderie, but a lot less awkward than she would’ve been if she hadn’t had—what was the count, two? three? shots in her system now. She smiled easily enough to Suzy and Bee, though she only knew the pair vaguely and was not necessarily friends with either one of them. And then there was Elvis—Elvis, who she knew Kit had a crush on, though the boy was far too shy (what?! Kit, shy? Shockingly enough, yes!) to ever make a move. Now seemed like as perfect a time as any for Morgan to play a bit of wingman of her own, right? triples triples allure allure

“Circe requests your presence at the bar for pictures with Archie,” Morgan said, nodding to Kit once there was a free moment to talk. “And you too, you can come if you want,“ she made eye contact with Elvis, a wicked grin sliding across her lips, a totally uncharacteristic look for someone typically so friendly, so gentle as Morgan Devereaux was known to be. She made sure not to exclude Suzy and Bee too, of course, shooting them a look once she’d slid her eyes away from Elvis. s e v e n s e v e n

“By the way, they’re handing out liquid courage if anyone needs some of that,” she said next, then shooting a pointed look to Kit, her lips pursed, elbows folding across her chest. Was that a dare? Oh yes, it certainly was.

featuring: morgan, kohl, cass & caitlin
interactions: kit, tess, circe, margo (mention), archie (mention),
elvis (brief), suzy & bee (mention/brief interaction)

coded by natasha.​
 
tess valentine
the girl next-door
As the shot glass was slid across the counter to Tess, she stared down at the sloshing liquid inside. It smelled awful, and the color sure didn't help any. How did people drink this stuff? Glancing over at Kohl and Ana, she saw that they both drank their shots with ease. Tess lowered her gaze back to her own. She exhaled, muttered, "Here goes nothing," took the shot glass in her hand, and allowed its contents to slide past her lips. It tasted just as bad as it smelled, and she had to force herself to swallow, the liquid burning her throat all the way down. It left her feeling warm and tingly, though, which was enough for her to down the second. That was all it took for her to get tipsy. Apparently, given her small build, it didn't require much to get her to that point.

Tess was vaguely aware of Morgan, Circe, and Archie joining their odd little group, but they were on the other side of Kohl, so she didn't pay them much attention save for returning Morgan's friendly wave. Instead, she watched as a man—Harrison—came up to Ana and pulled the Disney princess-esque girl away from their company. Despite her current, somewhat foggy state of mind, Tess noticed the discontentment in the other girl's face as she left. Tess raised an eyebrow in question, but quickly let the matter go as she turned her focus back to Kohl. The two picked up an easy, flirtatious conversation. Every once in a while, Kohl would tease her, which earned him a playful slap to the shoulder, but she couldn't help grinning. The previous nervousness that Tess had felt when she first met Kohl—the nervousness that was so often a permanent factor of her personality—had given way to an unusually relaxed, happy demeanor. Suddenly, everything was oddly funny.

As the group stood around talking, Tess found herself subconsciously leaning on Kohl for support. Standing was a lot harder than she remembered, thanks to the alcohol now flowing through her system. At the sound of Morgan's voice, Tess turned her head with a smile. She was glad to see that her friend had calmed down since the incident in the parking lot. Her question, though, left Tess searching for an answer. Kit? She hadn't seen him since he and Morgan had left her at the entrance. Luckily, though, Kohl had spotted him. While he and Morgan searched the crowd for Kit, Tess couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. As her eyes scanned the room, they came to rest on a figure standing alone along the back wall. Immediately, she froze, the courage she'd felt before gone. There wasn't anything particularly special about the figure save for the mask. The person's entire head was enveloped in a clown mask, and where the eyes should've been were black, hollowed-out holes. Her heartbeat quickened as her breath caught in her throat. She got an uneasy feeling in her stomach at the sight of this figure. Why were they staring at her of all people? Clowns were the one thing that scared her the most. Could this person know that? Surely not, as it wasn't something she went around announcing to people, yet it definitely seemed to be the case. Suddenly, this party didn't feel so fun anymore.

Tess felt Morgan's hand latch onto her arm, and a moment later, her tall friend pulled her into a hug, which Tess gladly accepted. She buried her face into Morgan's shoulder, taking a moment to try to even out her breathing as she blinked away the tears forming in her eyes. It was fine. It was probably just another college student like herself. Still, the way those hollow eyes had bored into her... "We should go find Kit." Tess nodded, eagerly welcoming the distraction. She allowed herself to be pulled into the crowd by Morgan, but as she was leaving, she tried to grab hold of Kohl's hand to take him along with them. Her fingers fell just short, however, and instead she decided to focus on keeping her balance as she stumbled after Morgan through the sweaty party-goers.

Morgan led the way to where they found Kit lounging on a couch along with a few other people whom Tess recognized but couldn't name. That was going to be the case with many people tonight. She had a fairly wide circle of friends, but outside of that circle, she was clueless. She'd remember faces as she often crossed paths with people on campus, but she was never the type of person to make conversation with strangers unless absolutely necessary. Parties were different, though. They were the one time when it was perfectly acceptable to mingle with people you didn't know and leave as friends at the end of the night.

Tess smiled at the group sitting on the couch, listening as Morgan relayed Circe's message. Pictures would be fun, and Archie took great pictures. She took note of Morgan's suddenly devious behavior and raised her eyebrows in amusement at the other girl. Was there another intervention going on that Tess didn't know about? Soon, the angelic girl was so preoccupied with the conversation at hand that she'd completely forgotten about the mysterious clown figure staring at her from the back of the room.
the party
terrified
angel costume
interactions: kohl & morgan heartstringss heartstringss ana & harrison idiot idiot circe timshel timshel archie oliver oliver kit s e v e n s e v e n elvis triples triples bee & suzy allure allure
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Elvis Lee

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location: halloween party, athens lunatic asylum | mood: relaxed | interactions: bee, suzy, kit, morgan + crew

His poker face finally broke into his first smile of the night when Bee finally walked over to occupy the now emptied seat beside him, throwing a comment about his costume as she did. He leaned back into the back of the sofa, shrugging in reply. The costume was thanks to his toddler niece, Joy, and her recent obsession with the Looney Tunes. The girl had been delighted to see him with the bunny ears on, decidedly much more so than he had to see himself in the mirror, but, well. Anyway, he wasn't going to explain that out loud. That would be tiring.

"I bet you have no idea what my costume is," Bee remarked, pulling his eyes once again to her dress of the day. His stare went to her bag, which had all the makings of that Pokemon ball thing — that, at least, he recognized — before moving back onto her. He thought about it for all of two seconds before he shrugged yet again, claiming very confidently: "Some Pokemon Guy."

He turned his head to take a sip of his drink, and would have turned right back to talk to Bee except for catching sight of an odd figure in the crowd. Not a scary one, no. Just someone who seemed to have thrown their costume together in five seconds. They were wearing a Scream mask that looked anything but new... and that was about it. It was like the dude didn't even know about the party until a couple minutes ago. Wait. In that case... Elvis checked his phone again. Nothing. Oh, well; looks like he was just thinking too much.

His dismissed the thought and was about to say something to the girl beside him, when another familiar figure entered the set. Kit, who greeted both girls smoothly like the playboy extraordinaire he was supposed to be. As the boy's eyes finally moved to him, Elvis flashed him a grin accompanied by a lazy wave. Didn't see you there, the boy claimed, suddenly with much less bravado. Elvis's smile grew a fraction more wicked that it'd originally been.

"You didn't see this?" He asked, sarcasm evident as he gestured to the tall ears sitting atop his silver hair. Elvis was well aware Kit was into him. He'd have to be movie-character levels of unaware if he wasn't. What he didn't know was why the guy had laid on so few moves (read: none), considering the reputation that preceded him. Well, He'd be lying if he said it didn't just motivate him to tempt the guy into trying.

Their following conversation was cut off not long after by one Morgan Devereaux, whom he vaguely recognized as Kit's friend. Huh, we kind of match, was his first thought upon seeing her. The girl seemed more out there than he remembered her being on previous interactions — alcohol, he assumed. Her mention of pictures with Archie made him automatically look for the too-tall figure he knew from a couple electives, but surprisingly failed to spot him through the huge crowd.

"Yea, sure, I'll come along," he replied, throwing another glance at Kit, before turning to Bee, asking without words if she'd follow too. Upon getting her answer, he pulled himself upright from his previously relaxed position, just as another, not-so familiar girl came around. Pretty, he thought of her. Again, his gaze flickered to Kit. Prettier. If he were a girl, he wouldn't get flustered around Kit, he'd get jealous.

He supposed, if they were taking pictures, he had to keep the bunny ears on, or it'll be a waste of them. Or.. actually. His eyes locked onto the laurel wreath resting on Kit's head. Without warning, Elvis's arm stretched out to steal the accessory, studying it briefly. It was sparklier when further away. He reached for his own headband, the fluffy, floppy ears, replacing it with the thin, more comfortable wreath before stretching again to put them on Kit's head, casually remarking, "You'll look cuter with that."




c o d e b y t r i p l e s​
 
Archie Ardovini​

Archie had been surveying the area for any picture-worthy moments and the familiar, towering frame of Andre in case he'd come inside already. Disappointment bubbled in his stomach up until the click and flash of a fellow photographer revealed itself behind him. Archie's grasp on his camera tightened and adrenaline pumped through his veins as he twisted around only to find no one there. It seemed as if whoever it was, they were quick to disappear behind a door agape several inches. The asylum itself provided good opportunities for some photos, so for a moment he debated on going inside. That was, until Circe pulled his attention away with a greeting and request the lanky male just couldn't refuse.

A goofy smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he bent down a little and wrapped one of his arms around her in return. Circe made him feel like he actually mattered with her sweet words. If he wasn't gay, he'd have thought her more than friend material. "Oh man... I'm glad you're here too! I'm definitely up for taking some pictures for you." He realized his knack in using cameras served as one of his best traits, but that didn't bother him. It was exciting when his friends indulged him when putting his hobby to some use.

He perked up even more when he realized that Margo was with Circe as well. "Margo! It's good to see you! You're joining in on pictures, right? It'll be a lot of fun, I promise. But I won't make you... It'd be cool to have some memories for tonight though, you have to admit! This place is pretty crazy." As he finished up his last statement, Archie turned his attention back to Circe who had sent Morgan to gather some more people for photos.

"Circe--" Archie started to say, placing one of his hands on her shoulder as a request of her concentration on him. "Would you guys be up for some exploring too? I don't know, I saw this door was open over... Actually, something really weird happened to me." He paused for a moment but then shook his head, disregarding whatever tangent he almost swapped to. "Ah, forget that. What was I saying? Or right! Party pictures are cool and all and I'll take those for you, but I think pictures where the party isn't would be really cool too!" Motioning over to the wooden door that was cracked open, a grin appeared on his face.

Parties weren't his thing. He didn't drink or do drugs; at least he didn't do those things often. The music was okay, dancing was fun, and it was good to hang out with friends. However, this asylum was providing him with an exploration playground that he wasn't about to pass up. Maybe every movie he'd watched and book he'd read was telling him that that was the worst idea to propose, but Archie was skilled at ignoring important gut feelings.

athens lunatic asylum | excited | x | timshel timshel oxytocin oxytocin ​
 
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i'm here.
!
Not delivered.


God dammit where was this dude at?

Bailey gazed down at his phone once more, hoping that the shift from one area to the other would help with the reception. Seeing the exclamation marks and ‘cannot be delivered’ words popping up made his blood boil. Seriously? Letting out an aggravated sigh, he locked his phone and slid it into his back pocket before gazing up to look around for any sign of his customer.

And then something gave him the fright of his life; a pat on his back and someone saying ‘good on ya, bud. “Jesus Christ!” his voice slipped past his lips, muffled by the old novelty ghost face mask that was upon his face. His gaze automatically snapped towards the person who owned the hand to… God dammit. It was Kit. Playboy of the century. Now, it was out of Bailey’s nature to want to indulge into any sort of conversation with any one new.

But Kit was different.

Whenever he saw him around campus, there was something that just drew Bailey. He wanted to hunt him down and ask a thousand questions for the boy. Mainly about how he found it so damn easy to land any person he had his sights on. For Bailey… it just didn’t come that easy. If he could go up to someone and be banging them by the end of the day, it would have to be through some sort of simulation or a dream while in a coma. There was no way in the world it could just happen so casually like Kit made it seem.

Without another word, he watched as the boy began to surf through the crowd. The person he was on the hunt for was very much so in Kit’s social circle. Well, at least they had mutual friends. So, maybe if he kept an eye on him, he might find who he was looking for. And bingo. There he was.

Elvis.

“Finally” Bailey softly said under his breath, rolling his eyes to himself. If he had known it was going to be this god damn hard to deliver the shit, he would’ve bailed straight away. So, he began to make his way through the crowd, nudging past people with his goal on getting to – holy shit. There were other people there. Bailey wasn’t even ten feet away from the group when he realised that the Son sisters were there. He had never actually met them properly before. I mean, he would often see them around campus or the library and they would exchange a nod to one and another. You know. That ‘hey we’re both Asians nod. But apart from that, he was yet to be blessed with some interactions with them.

Okay. Four people. He could do it. He could approach four people.

Holy shit. There was six people now.

Morgan and Tess.

Morgan he had no beef with. She was friendly with him and he would often see her around and such. What could he say? They were just students at the same university. Tess on the other hand… He thought he was going to vomit. His stomach began to cramp up and his throat felt tight. She was one of those girls which he thought was very pretty but too pretty to talk to (then again, everyone is too everything to talk to according to Bailey). He would see her around campus or even studying. And no matter how hard he tried, whenever he would see her, he wouldn’t be able to snatch his eyes away from her. There was just something there that just drew his attention.

Did he have a crush on her? Oh, heavens no. That’s laughable. You need to be capable of loving to have a crush on someone. Bailey gave up on love a long, long time ago. So, obviously, no. Your thoughts are incorrect. But whatever it was, it was the cherry on top of the cupcake that was stopping him from approaching the group with the confidence he had two minutes ago. Could he maybe like… flag Elvis down or something?

Why didn’t he just reject the job? Life would’ve been so much easier.

Taking smaller steps, Bailey began to edge his way closer to the group of friends and – ah shit, Elvis was moving. If he thought his heart was thumping like mad because of just seeing Tess, then he was very much so wrong; because it was going crazy now. Get it together, Bailey thought to himself as he curiously watch the boy swap ‘costumes’ with Kit. There’s literally nothing to be afraid of like… what the hell, dude.

Okay… breathe… Bailey inhaled through his nose (well, tried to. The mask wasn’t helping) before slowly exhaling through his mouth. You’ve got this. You’ve got this. You’ve got this! he continued to chant in his head, giving himself a motivational pep talk. He had in his head. He was going to approach the group and point at Elvis – all cool like and mysterious. And then he was going to point towards another direction as if to say come with me now. It was going to be all cool and mysterious like.

And there he was. In the group of people. Elvis was right there. Okay. Okay. Okay. He was going to do this. Bailey’s hand went up and he… began to wave like an absolute maniac towards Elvis. Like some child in Disneyland waving at Mickey Mouse during the parade floats.

Jesus Christ. What the hell happened to mysterious and cool?


mood | end me

outfit | ghost face mask + all black clothing (jeans, shoes, bag, jacket + shirt)

location | at the party

mention | Elvis ( triples triples ), Kit ( s e v e n s e v e n ), Tess ( lvcid lvcid ), Morgan ( heartstringss heartstringss ) + the Son sisters ( allure allure )



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